Page 17 of Disco Fever

“Damn, Dot.”Dante chuckled, wiping his pants with a wet paper towel from the bathroom. “I think you might owe me a new pair of pants.” His eyes rose to meet mine in the reflection of the dirty bathroom mirror.

I bit the tip of my nail, grinning, completely pleased with myself as I watched him clean the jizz from his clothes. Kat appeared from the bathroom stall, adjusting her mini-skirt and halter top. “Dot was right.” She looked at me over her shoulder, smiling. ”Our good girl knows how to be bad.” She washed her hands, smiling at Dante. The two exchanged a flirtatious moment as I watched them in the mirror, enamored by them. They were mine, and I was theirs.

“We have some business to take care of outside. Would you like to join us, Dot?” I nodded at Dante’s question.

“Just remember, stay back.” Kat turned to face me, crossing her arms. “Where’s your knife?”

Fuck. I had worn something too revealing for my little knife.

“It’s in the dressing room. I can go get it!”

Kat nodded. “Hurry up, angel. We don’t want to keep these pricks waiting.” Dante slapped my ass, giving me an extra pep in my step as I fluttered from the bathroom.

I quickly moved through the packed club, past other angels and patrons, ducking into the hall to the dressing room. The door shut behind me as I stepped inside and aimed for my vanity. The knife was tucked safely in my denim jacket, concealed from the other dancers. I picked it up, placing it carefully in the string strap of my thong, knowing there was no way to hide it. “Perf.” I stopped, looking at my reflection, noticing my lipstick was slightly smeared. I reached into my drawer to fix it when the all too familiar and sudden itch hit me. “Not now,” I groaned, trying to ignore it while fixing my lips. The desire—the soul clutching need was too much, and after coming so fucking hard, I needed it. I tore my drawer apart, looking for the small compact I kept, unable to find it.

“Where is it?” I whispered, searching again and again. “The fuck?” My fingers curled over the sides as I pulled the drawer out with a single yank and dumped the contents on the floor. “Where is it?” I fell to my knees, scanning everything when I noticed two skates roll to my side. My eyes slowly trailed up as I met Lana’s, her smile nearly reached her ears.

“Well, if it isn’t Bubbles, down on her knees. What a fitting way to find you. Oh, what’s wrong? Did I walk in at a bad time? Need a tissue for your mouth?” I snarled at her remark, standing as she remained towering over me thanks to her skates. She was dressed in the same high waisted booty shorts all the servers wore, her uniform mesh top, and her red hair flowing freely down her back.

“What do you want, Lana?” She scoffed at my question.

“Who said I wanted anything?” She cocked her head, watching me search the contents of my vanity drawer. “Gosh, did you lose something?” I flashed her a look. “Really hope it wasn’t important. Or say—” She pulled the small compact from her bra, flashing it as if shocked to have it in her hand. “Something like this. You know, drugs are really bad for you, Bubbles.”

“Give it back!” I rushed to my feet, trying to snatch my compact from her grasp.

“What, this old thing?” She wiggled it in her grasp, smiling. “No, see, I think I might just give this to Eddie. I’m sure he’llloveto know what’s inside. Say, isn’t there a rule about doing drugs? I swear there is, especially for you fucking dancers.”

I lunged towards her, but she rolled back, laughing as I stumbled. “Give it back, Lana!”

She laughed, retucking the compact in her bra. “Don’t think so. I warned you, Bubbles.”

“What the hell is your problem? Are you really so insecure and jealous that the Disco Devils like me more than you?”

“Jealous? Jealous!” Lana moved closer. “You really think having their attention makes you so damn special, don’t you? Well newsflash, Bubbles, you’re not. You’re just the new toy they get to play with. But soon, you’ll be old, like the rest of us, and things will go back to how they were, only you won’t be here.”

“Are you threatening me, Lana?” I stepped closer, glaring up at her.

“Oh no, that’s not a threat, princess. That’s a promise. One I’m going to make sure happens. I hope you enjoyed toying with those psychos, because once I talk to Eddie, your skank ass will be out of here. And once you’re gone, they’ll move on while you turn tricks at the corner just to pay for your next meal.” Her eyes burned into mine. “Hope it was worth it.” Lana smiled, turning to leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of your devils.”

“No, you won’t,” I growled, kicking my leg out as I knocked her forward. She hit the floor with a loud thump, her face bouncing as her nose broke, blood immediately pooling from it. I snatched the blade from my thong and planted myself on her lower back, straddling her body. My fingers twisted in her long red hair and gripped a handful, forcing her head up as my blade gently kissed her neck. She groaned and cried, trying to wriggle free, but I had her pinned. I might be small, but I knew how to use my body to my advantage.

I pressed my face against her ear as she whimpered. “Those devils are mine. And I don’t like sharing.” Lana began to cry, tears flowing from her eyes as I held her hostage. “Oh, what’s wrong?” My hand pulled her head back further, her neck sitting nearly at a ninety-degree angle. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you not to dish it if you couldn’t take it?” She continued to cry, tears and blood streaming down her face. My tongue extended from my mouth, tasting the bitter and sweet mixture as she flinched. “Mmm.”

“You’re crazier than them!” Lana shouted.

“That’s right.” I smiled, her blood staining my teeth. “Now, give me my compact.” Lana fumbled, her arm shaking as she retrieved the small compact from her bra, offering it back to me. “Thanks, doll.” I kissed her cheek, snatching it as I removed my knife and dropped her face back to the floor. She cried, refusing to move.

I popped the compact open, smiling at the pretty white powder. My pinky nail scooped just enough as I snorted it quickly, feeling the comforting and familiar wave fall over me, exhaling with relief. I tucked the compact in my jacket, placing the knife back in the strap of my thong and made my way to the dressing room door, stepping over Lana. I stopped, pushing her face with my platform heel. She glanced up at me with bloodshot eyes. “This stays between us, Lana. Because if it doesn’t, I’llhave no choice but to tell my devils what you did—how you threatened me.” I made a pouty face. “And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” She sobbed, frightened by me and in pain, shaking her head. “That’s right. Oh, and Lana?” She glared at me. “You got a little something, right there.” I tapped my own nose. “Should probably take care of it. Hard to make money with an ugly mug.” I winked, flashing her a smile as I trotted from the dressing room and back into the club.

No one can have my devils. They’re mine.

“There you are.” Dante popped from the wall of the club as I stepped into the alley. “You had us worried.” He placed his jacket over me, covering my exposed body.

“Everything okay, Dot?” Kat asked, joining us.

“Everything is perfectly fine.” I smiled at them, the two so attentive and caring. “Now, what’re we doing?”

Dante placed an arm around my neck, guiding me. “We are meeting one of our regulars. It’s a simple swap—drugs for cash.” We stopped at their car. I noticed tiny blood stains, dark and discolored, remembering the night they tossed the man in the trunk.

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